"Go get a wet towel and clean yourself up, honey."Go get a wet towel and clean yourself up, honey." Susan climbed out of bed, numb and wobbly and still naked, and went and did as she was told. When she returned, her room was empty. In an unthinking daze, she pulled her panties and tee shirt back on and climbed back under the covers. She tried to go back to sleep, to put the strange thing that had happened out of her mind. She was still aware of the dampness between her legs, though, and her vagina throbbed the rest of the night. When she got up in the morning and dressed, and went into the kitchen, her Daddy was there making waffles. He flashed his usual, cheerful breakfast smile. "'Morning, sweetheart. You want orange juice or tomato?" She might have thought it a dream, except that her pelvis was still stiff and sore. That was the beginning. Her father had split neatly into two people in her life. There was her Daddy, whom she loved, who dropped her off at the school bus stop and helped her with her homework, who always laughed at the ageless jokes and riddles she repeated from her friends, and who carefully and gently cleaned up her scraped arm when she fell off Tom's skateboard. He hadn't changed at all. But there was also the man who came at night whenever the two of them were alone, and put part of his body inside her body. She usually knew when the circumstances were right for one of his visits, and she didn't bother to dress for bed, but climbed under the covers naked. |